Things are heating up, it's a slow burn guys, but Faren and Mick will get cooked!
I turn and face him and there's such a stillness in his body, as there is in mine. As though time has taken leave of the moment.
Then it breaks and Mick is striding to me.
I brace myself like a beach when a tidal wave is coming. I watch the water suck away from me and the only thing left is the wave that is Mick crashing against my body.
He moves like that, a rush of drowning water as he flings his coat to the floor, his cufflinks scattering like thrown platinum pebbles on the sand.
My hand shoots out and grips the couch as he hits me at full speed, his hands finding my ass and lifts me where I stand. His lips slam into mine and we fall backward over the arm of the couch and I cry out.
Not in fear, but terror.
Terror that what I want might happen.
That I'm not ready, not in control.
It's not on my terms.
Update 1/17/14: TT3 is now complete!